Just A Drink (Safira)

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"Nice weather, isn't it?" said Safira, lightly closing her eyes a moment and breathing in deeply to inhale the smell of the late spring air. For once, it wasn't raining, a lazy, warm breeze played with her hair. She opened her eyes, and then adjusted the position of her purse on her shoulder. Safira already felt stupid for relying on the weather as something to talk about, she didn't really know where to begin. She figured it wouldn't be right to say "I think you're hot" to a teacher.

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Demetri laughed. He nodded. "Are we really going to talk about the weather?" he replied with a witty smile. It was quite ironic. Normally weather was just an excuse to not talk about what really was on someone's mind. Demetri flashed another smile at Safira. He remained chuckling for a while, unsure of what to do or say next. Wooing Safira was much harder than he thought. Normally he was incredibly smooth and seductive, but not with her.

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"Unless you've something better to discuss," said Safira with a small chuckle, and then returned Professor Oriole's enchanting smile. Safira wished the pockets of her denim mini skirt were big enough for her hands, at most they could hold a slip of parchment used to pass notes. She compensated for this by sticking her thumbs into her pockets, allowing the rest of her hands to rest on her upper thighs.

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Demetri smiled awkwardly. What he wouldn't give for one of those movies moments, the ones where the hero gets the girl. Romeo and Juliet came to mind, since they had just met and they had shared a kiss. Demetri blushed at the thought and had to hide it. He ran his hair through his hair, emitting an awkward laugh.

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For once in her life, Safira was completely out of things to say, normally whenever she would go and casually flirt with a boy she found attractive, she always knew what to say. But with Professor Oriole, it was different. Safira did have a huge crush on the teacher, but she found it to be highly inappropriate, even if he was the most attractive man she had ever seen.

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Demetri was on the verge of busting before he blurted something stupid. "I like you." He said before covering his mouth. He was going to have to hurt himself later. He stumbled over something intelligent to say. His flesh corsed a bright red, and he gave Safira a sidelong glance.

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Safira too blushed deeply, it was concentrated mostly on her cheeks, as it always was, but she had never felt her face so hot, nor were her cheeks ever so red. "I-I like you too." said Safira quietly, then paused a moment. Normally these things never ended well, student-teacher relationships. It felt so wrong, but at the same time it felt so right. What would her friends say? Her mother? Safira decided she didn't care, she hated her mother anyways.

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Demetri blushed. He had definitely not expected Safira to reply as such. He smiled brightly, although his face was bright red. He glanced at Safira, his eyes sparkling. He didn't know what exactly to say next.

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Safira, not even thinking, leaned in and kissed Professor Oriole on the lips lightly. Her conscience awoke itself after a mere second and she instantly pulled away. Safira took half a step back, and then clapped her hands to her mouth, her blush even deeper (if that were possible). You idiot! Safira scolded herself mentally, wanting to run, but her legs didn't want to move anymore. "I shouldn't have," Safira said quietly. "I really shouldn't have,"

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Demetri blushed. He ran his fingers delicately over his lips. He smiled softly. He took Safira's hand softly and took a step closer. He leaned down, cupping her face in his hands. He kissed her back, lingering over her lips. He pulled back a few inches. "No. You should have." He replied.

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Safira felt her heart flutter wildly as Professor Oriole kissed her again. Her conscience kept nagging her that it wasn't appropriate for her to be in a relationship with a teacher, but she was ignoring it for the moment. As long as they kept it a secret, they should be fine. Safira allowed herself to become lost in his gorgeously deep brown eyes, he made her just melt. She opened her mouth to speak after a moment. "So do I still have to call you "professor" when we're alone?" Safira asked teasingly, a small smile on her lips.

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Demetri laughed. "Only if you want to. But, I would prefer Demetri." he replied with a smile. He pulled her a little bit closer with a gentle tug of her hand. He knew a place where no one would go that they could talk in secret. He pulled her along and soon they were walking through a deserted, but clean alleyway. He stopped and leaned against the wall. No one ever came here, for no one ever bothered to look this far into Hogsmeade.

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Safira allowed Demetri to lead her to wherever they were going, a bit curious as to where he was whisking her away. Her brain briefly entertained the thought about how in the fairy-tales the fair maidens were always swept off their feet by the knight in shining armour. What if Demetri were her own knight? Safira allowed a small smile to keep to her lips, there was never a dull moment around him. She leaned against the wall across from Demetri. She had no idea as to how to begin conversation, so she would allow him to speak first.

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Demetri couldn't speak. He was once again taken by her beauty. He looked her up and down sweetly once more. He was hers, for as long as she wanted him. He could hardly believe he had gotten his wish. She was fit for royalty, and he wouldn't have it any other way. He took a step closer to her, covering the distance between them. He took her hand and slowly stepped forward again. He leaned forward slowly, hoping to get permission. His lips met hers softly, and he kissed her gently. He wouldn't go any further unless Safira wanted to. He was in her debt, as long as she would have him.

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Safira had certainly not been expecting Demetri to kiss her, but allowed him to do so, it felt so good. Never before had she experienced such a satisfying kiss, even if it was gentle and not terribly intimate. Safria wanted to be. This relationship, whatever she had with Demetri was thrilling and exciting, the faster it went the more it made her want to melt. In spite of muting her conscience, it still told her that Demetri might be looking for something more than kissing, that he might take advantage of her. Safira, at the moment, didn't care.

((OOC: Would you mind if I brought Isaac into this? I think it could be kind of funny. If not, that's okay, though.))